My words wrapped up with recklessness
and thrown like bombs, explode in your face,
I cannot see my wrongs; I’m too busy
holding the past against you while professing
to be one who doesn’t marinate in grudges,
but I do feed them with the negativity.
I overreact; I act a fool; I keep overlooking
the complete picture of who you are, and you’re right
to retreat into your comfort zone; I’ve forgotten
how wonderful you are without flaunting
your great qualities; I cannot see past
my discomfort and resentment of my past
—the fault is in my own eyes.